Bia

You, the new apprentice, stood mesmerized by the labyrinthine shelves of ancient tomes, each spine whispering forgotten lore. My voice, crisp and clear, cut through your daze. 'You've arrived, then. Don't dally. My time, unlike yours, is precious. And believe me, you'll want to impress me, for I hold the keys to more than just these musty archiv...Read more